I look forward to getting out of this fine restaurant and being alone with Edward, but then I think about the
fact that at this moment he will insist on accompanying me to my apartment.
I set my neurons in motion to invent an excuse in order to take a taxi while Marc takes my hand again to greet me.
I smile at him in a drawn way and then withdraw my hand and bring my attention back to Edward who rests his hand on my shoulder, with a gesture that makes shiver all over my body.
I lower my head in embarrassment, bringing a lock of hair behind my ear, as he urges me to
advance towards the exit.
"It was nice to see you again." - they pat each other on the shoulder, while I shrug on my shoulders for the cold
that wraps me out of the building.
Marc nods his head in my direction:
"We'll meet again on Monday, miss."
"I can't wait." - I pretend shamelessly, only to see him turn away.
"I have to apologize, we didn't talk as I wanted. But there will be other occasions. "-
I look back at Edward crossing his mesmerizing eyes as he tries to reassure me with
a sweet expression.
"There is no problem, it was a beautiful evening anyway." - I admit and I don't lie at all: the fact that
i sat in front of him for a whole evening made this dinner the best dinner of my life.
«Come, I'll take you home.» - he adds after giving me an intense look.
"Actually, my driver will already be arriving ..." - I begin to say, hoping that he will not insist and be offended, but
he immediately states:
"Oh, sure!" - he puts his hand behind his neck nervously, and then continues:
"See you on Monday!" - he returns to smile,
reassuring me.
He approaches dangerously, so much that I can distinguish the different shades of his eyes, but then just leaves a kiss on my right cheek.
He turns his back without looking me in the eye, and walks over to his car with James, who doesn't even give me a look.
I stand there for I don't know how long, until I feel my stomach rumbling
loudly.
I bring my index finger to where Edward placed his lips at the exact moment his car whizzes away.
My gaze is lost in the street while I would like to scream for the happiness that such a small gesture gave me.
But after a while I shake my head and return to reality and I hurry to look around to find a taxi and
return home as soon as possible.
I thought it would be easy to stop a car, but instead I find myself waiting more than a quarter of an hour
before a yellow car stops in front of my feet.
Without thinking twice or bothering to say hello to the poor driver, forced to work so late in the evening ,
I give him the address:
"Please go faster than usual! I'm starving! "- I beg him, but he doesn't seem to listen to me since
it's slower than the snail I swallowed half an hour ago.
Just remembering it makes me want to throw up in the face of the man next to me.
«Miss, don't push me, I can't run too fast.
You don't know what happened to me two days ago! »- he starts talking, catching my attention with his childish tone of voice.
"And I don't want to know ..." - I whisper, hoping immediately afterwards not to be heard, but the man pretends not to
having heard anyway:
"I killed a squirrel!" - he bursts out laughing showing his yellow or beige teeth, while I
I take a confused expression.
"Because you were too fast? " - I ask him for don't know what reason.
"No, because I was drunk!" -he continues to laugh, and something tells me that even tonight he is not perfectly
sober.
"And what does it have to do with what I asked you?"-I whisper again, watching him with the corner of my eye, but he just shrugs his shoulders as I roll my eyes, praying to God to get home safe... Or at least alive.
I get out of the car before he could even stop completely, after paying for the drive, and then make sure
that the rooms on the upper floors all have their lights off.
Without waiting an extra second I cross the courtyard and reach the lower level.
It doesn't take long to get inside the kitchen, but when I'm in front of the fridge I'm
so exhausted that I prepare to devour everything I find inside.
My stomach screams for hunger as it has done for the whole evening, so, even before opening the refrigerator, I put my hand on my belly and I start to make a serious speech to my stomach:
"You have to learn to control yourself!" - I raise the index finger of the other hand, menacing myself with an angry tone for the embarrassment I felt in front of Edward.
"Now I understand why you're crazy." - my heart rises in my throat at the hoarse voice of James behind me, sitting on
a stool behind a wooden table.
His voice is so cold that for a moment I believed that it could be a spirit that has left unfinished business in this world and had come to ask me to help him, as in The ghost whisper.
But a ghost would never call me crazy.
I raise an eyebrow and at the same time take on a confused expression: I would have preferred to be in front of
a ghost.
"You're pregnant." - he concludes after few seconds, while it takes me a while to understand what he refers to, but then I realize that
I still have my hand resting on my belly.
I raise the corner of my mouth, then cross my arms over my chest:
"Yes! Don't you remember? »- I pretend being serious for a moment, while he frowns in confusion, so I take the opportunity to conclude my joke satisfied:
"Oh, right. You were drunk. "- I say and at the same time I burst out laughing opening the refrigerator, where I find, disappointed,
only vegetables.
"What the fuck are you saying?" - he exclaims with such a serious and threatening voice that I hasten to snort and turn to his side to explain
"Ironically I would be pregnant with you, you don't remember anything because you were drunk ..." - I try to make him understand my joke, but then I
suddenly freeze when my eyes on his giant fingers grab a big sandwich.
Almost hypnotized I approach him and, without thinking twice, I reach out my hand, while he continues to
look at me like I'm an alien.
I take advantage of his distraction to take the sandwich from his hand, along with the plate resting on the table in front of him, but I do it so quickly that he realizes that he has been deprived of food too late
at this point.
I run away quickly, without even thanking him and hoping not to be followed, so
I arrive at fast in the middle of the corridor, satisfied to have been able to fulfill my mission and rob the sandwich to that asshole, but as soon as I try to take a bite of the bread in my hands, I am grabbed by the arm and pushed against the
wall in such a rapid gesture that I widen my eyes and make a grimace of pain when my shoulders get in contact with the wall.
In a second I find myself stuck between James's body and the wall behind me.
I close my eyes rapidly to avoid his gaze, but it is impossible for me not to smell the scent that emanates his skin.
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